syncopated.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007
oh dear.
letters from the withered tree.

dear temptation,
i never sought for these distractions yet i am grappling.

dear peace of mind,
where have you been lately? we should meet up some time soon, for a cup of coffee, a chat.

dear brightness,
lift me. let me soar. above the chaos.

dear fear,
spare me.

dear me,
dear me,
what have i done? oh dear.

torn asunder!

Strummed at 6:23 PM (x)
Monday, March 19, 2007
inverse relationship
someone's annoyed that she can't understand my posts.

how about this?

today term 2 started.

i shall call my bike 'woodpecker' because there was one knocking on the tree outside my house when i took it out for the first time.

i've been posting many photos lately.

photo 1 - inversed the colours on a pic i took of ira kaplan and his band yo la tengo performing live at the esplanade last monday night.

photo 2 - flirting with danger/confronting my childhood purple nemesis.

photo 3 - just a funny photo.




Strummed at 11:48 PM (x)
Friday, March 16, 2007
world's end girlfriend
there's a person out there that i know. he's a decent enough person, and yes i would consider him as a friend. who's msn nick reads smth like

Jus 3 more days of hard work and YoUtH WoRLdS wILL bE mInE!

ok lionel i can feel it now i can feel the guilt.

suddenly this all makes an awful lot of sense.



work. time.
tick. tock.
switch on switch off.

if it ain't broke don't f'ing fix it.

ah yes! thats the word i was looking for.
fix that. it's clockwork that we need.
tick tock like clockwork and away we go.
that's what they want it's what they want give them what they want

nah i'm no fool.

Strummed at 11:55 PM (x)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
swallow





And if you ask for a nickel
I'm gonna hand you a dime

And we'll forget about our problems at home
For a little while
And leave our worries in the corner
Leave them in a big big pile
Pretend everything can be alright

jumping. and more chewing.

funny how i saw sherm and fahris twice in the space of 2 hours, in 2 very different places, and situations.

from the "i might be wrong: live recordings" -

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave, don't leave.


Strummed at 5:42 PM (x)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
hara-kiri/intervention
i have a bizarre dilemma.

here in the pearl there's a very pleasant 50m pool. recently i've tried to see if i could still swim.

without regular training, the strokes seem out of place, the kick is out of rhythm. most importantly the breathing is - desperate.

i couldn't swim 2 laps without coming up panting, breathless. and this is even when i'm trying to take slow, controlled (somewhat) pulls.

all the more frustrating when i realised that everything falls into place when i start sprinting. 8 strokes without nary a hurried breath. yet obviously i can't sprint 2 laps without being breathless as well.

thus the startling realisation that i was panting just as badly after 2 slow laps as after 2 fast laps. the only difference was the lactic acid in the muscles.

that's like...

learning how to do implicit differentiation before learning the multiplication table

being able to apply quantum physics before knowing why the darn apple falls to the ground

a bird flying before it can stand

playing petrucci before knowing how to play "happy birthday"!!!

it's funny how i can't swim slow.

. . .

indonesia's suffering.

a recurring theme is death. seems to be all around us.

i'm recalling letters from iwo jima. the stark image was of the soldiers' 'hara-kiri' - a group of battered soldiers pulling the pin from their grenades and holding them lovingly to their chests.

song is 'intervention' by the mighty arcade fire.

The king's taken back the throne
The useless seed is sown
When they say they're cutting off the phone
I tell 'em you're not home

No place to hide
You were fighting as a soldier on their side
You're still a soldier in your mind
Though nothing's on the line

tremors.

I can taste the fear
Lift me up and take me out of here
Don't wanna fight, don't wanna die
Just wanna hear you cry

Who's gonna throw the very first stone
Oh, who's gonna reset the bone
Walking with your head in a sling
Wanna hear the soldier sing

Working for the church
while your life falls apart
Singin' hallelujah with the fear in your heart
Every spark of friendship and love
will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan "We'll go at it alone"
Hear the soldier groan "We'll go at it alone"


neon bible is a splendid album.

Strummed at 10:45 PM (x)
Thursday, March 01, 2007
a little less conversation
i just had a wonderfully entertaining phone conversation. call it a 'telejam'.

i was playing minor chords on the acoustic as kwong's sax wailed through the phone's loudspeaker. epiphone.

. . .

Then they all stuck a pin in their fingers to get blood to sign with, and I made my mark on the paper.

"Now," says Ben Rogers, "what's the line of business of this Gang?"

"Nothing only robbery and murder," Tom said.

"But who are we going to rob?--houses, or cattle, or--"

"Stuff! stealing cattle and such things ain't robbery; it's burglary," says Tom Sawyer. "We ain't burglars. That ain't no sort of style. We are highwaymen. We stop stages and carriages on the road, with masks on, and kill the people and take their watches and money."

"Must we always kill the people?"

"Oh, certainly. It's best. Some authorities think different, but mostly it's considered best to kill them--except some that you bring to the cave here, and keep them till they're ransomed."

"Ransomed? What's that?"

"I don't know. But that's what they do. I've seen it in books; and so of course that's what we've got to do."

"But how can we do it if we don't know what it is?"

"Why, blame it all, we've GOT to do it. Don't I tell you it's in the books? Do you want to go to doing different from what's in the books, and get things all muddled up?"

"Oh, that's all very fine to SAY, Tom Sawyer, but how in the nation are these fellows going to be ransomed if we don't know how to do it to them? --that's the thing I want to get at. Now, what do you reckon it is?"

"Well, I don't know. But per'aps if we keep them till they're ransomed, it means that we keep them till they're dead."

"Now, that's something LIKE. That'll answer. Why couldn't you said that before? We'll keep them till they're ransomed to death; and a bothersome lot they'll be, too--eating up everything, and always trying to get loose."

"How you talk, Ben Rogers. How can they get loose when there's a guard over them, ready to shoot them down if they move a peg?"

"A guard! Well, that IS good. So somebody's got to set up all night and never get any sleep, just so as to watch them. I think that's foolishness. Why can't a body take a club and ransom them as soon as they get here?"

"Because it ain't in the books so--that's why. Now, Ben Rogers, do you want to do things regular, or don't you?--that's the idea. Don't you reckon that the people that made the books knows what's the correct thing to do? Do you reckon YOU can learn 'em anything? Not by a good deal. No, sir, we'll just go on and ransom them in the regular way."

"All right. I don't mind; but I say it's a fool way, anyhow. Say, do we kill the women, too?"

"Well, Ben Rogers, if I was as ignorant as you I wouldn't let on. Kill the women? No; nobody ever saw anything in the books like that. You fetch them to the cave, and you're always as polite as pie to them; and by and by they fall in love with you, and never want to go home any more."

"Well, if that's the way I'm agreed, but I don't take no stock in it. Mighty soon we'll have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows waiting to be ransomed, that there won't be no place for the robbers. But go ahead, I ain't got nothing to say."


Strummed at 9:04 PM (x)
the artist.
colin cheng.
3/4.14, 5/6.6.
acsi (ib).
10/09/1989.
sailor.
concluding@gmail.com

his experiences.
intersch 2004
beijing oep 2006
bordeaux 4.7 worlds 2006
los angeles radial worlds 2006
doha asian games 2006
hobart jan 2007
muse concert jan 2007
holland radial worlds 2007

his aspirations.
weight for laser.
breeze. chase it.
cut down on mistakes.
get to know pple better.
understanding. respect.
a cat.
discipline. control.
contact lenses.

his peers.
acsailing
cai
choong
elaine
han sheng
john loh
xin ling

his inspirations.
65daysofstatic
the arcade fire
christopher o'riley
the cinematic orchestra
damien rice
dream theater
elliott smith
explosions in the sky
hiromi
isis
joe satriani
john petrucci
liquid tension experiment
mogwai
mono
my brightest diamond
oceansize
opeth
peter, paul and mary
radiohead
rodrigo y gabriela
sigur rós
simon & garfunkel
thursday
vienna teng
yo la tengo

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